Winds whisper secrets with icy lips
Icicles hang like fingers from skeletal trees
New blanket of snow sparkles like tiny diamonds
Tiny snowflakes fall like confetti from heaven
Everywhere the eye can see is painted a brilliant white
Romantic roaring fire removes the icy chill
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2014
Wispy white snowflakes they softly drift down
Icing the earth with a wintery gown
Natural beauty where children can play
Toboggans are out on a snowy day
Everywhere glistens in bright sparkling white
Rosy faced children glow with sheer delight
Biting winds blow so we dress snug and warm
Enormous snowmen begin to take form
Awesome snow angels imprinted in snow
Unique snowflakes dance, they swirl fast and slow
Temperatures plunge; I can’t feel my toes
Yikes! I look like Rudolph; see my red nose!
10 syllables per line
Winter acrostic contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
09 09 17
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2017
Wind and frost have come to bite our noses while
Images of glistening snow sparkle in the moonlight.
Nights in this valley have brought us a taste of heaven,
Tranquil scenes we see while taking our evening stroll.
Everyone in their houses getting ready for evening in silence,
Reaching home we cuddle drinking cocoa by the fireplace enjoying winter.
Judy Konos: The Lazy Contest
Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014
W inter at times became a paradise lost-and-found
I recall huddling over a static, crackling old radio
N ews announcement: School canceled tomorrow!
T he yard oh my the yard, buried in a blanket of quiet
E ven the fence posts wear tilted, funny white hats
R abbit and sparrow tracks in the snow
Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2014
Jack Frost adores nipping at our fingers, toes and nose.
Always dressed in white, he hides outside our homes
Creeping out in the dead of night
Keeping his icy wintery fingers busy
Frozen fronds of fern like ice white frost
Resplendently dress our windows and gardens.
Our surroundings are adorned by Mother Nature’s makeover.
Suddenly scintillating snow falls softly on the ground
Transforming our world into a winter wonderland
Contest: Jack Frost Acrostic
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015
Many are the maples that encircle my home, my nest, my dwelling abode,
And in the dark of night they tap on my frosty windows, crying;
Past their deathly stance, a wintry scene,
Looking through their tangled limbs snow is falling, endlessly.
Everything in my world is icy white, sky and earth mingling,
Soon, I whisper to them, you will be wearing your emerald gowns;
Creaking and groaning they mumble in their frozen rest,
Reaching out gnarled fingers to me.
Yes, my dears, soon, so soon you will stand in resplendence,
Ice and snow will be replaced with fringes of delicate, filigree green;
Now rest, now sleep maples sweet,
Gather your memories of spring, summer and fall close and dream.
February 3, 2012
Submitted to the contest, Best Short Acrostic Poem
Sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013
While wisps of white come floating from the sky,
Inside our house so cozily we sit
Nearby a blazing fire, enjoying it
Throughout the twilight hours, just you and I,
Embracing silence, watching embers die.
Relentless is the snow; it will not quit!
Luxuriating in serenity,
Oblivious are we to mundane woes.
Vast as the snow, which from the heaven flows,
Is what we’ll share for an eternity.
Night Falls, but even in the dark we see,
Gloom vanishes as winter loving grows.
Written Dec. 27, 2016 for
Janice Canerdy's Winter-Related Acrostic PoemPoetry Contest
Rhyme scheme abbaab cddccd with Iambic pentameter
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
Wind howling at my window.
I shiver and pull on my duvet slack.
Night greets me as I go to work and back.
Then proceed to light all sources of heat.
Engage in knitting in my fireside seat.
Retreated to warmth of cosy cottage.
Surprise at tender buds in garden.
Peel off all those extra layers.
Return of sunshine thanks to prayers.
Invigorating walks on country lanes.
Noting daffodils and crocus again.
Grateful that Spring is in the air.
Copyright © JEAN MURRAY | Year Posted 2016
Proudly she stands on slopes covered in snow
One graceful woodland deer her eyes aglow
She strikes a pose unmoving, head held high
Twitching her ears as flapping birds go by.
Catching the light of early morning sun
Across the stream reflected colours run.
Right by the lake the drifting mist lies low
Deliberating: should it stay or go?
Voraciously I feast on nature’s fare
Intense the bliss which fills my heart and soul
Ethereal the mood that tempts to share
With my obliging muse...she makes me whole.
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Contest: Winter-Related Acrostic
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
© 29th December 2016
Copyright © Paul Callus | Year Posted 2016
The First Snowfall
Happy the glow
Early this morning
For winter’s first snow
Illumined the shimmer
Reflections of love
Softly they fall
Tiny flakes from above
Neath an evergreen sway
Open your eyes
Windows bring the display
Frost covered whispers
Aloft they now flow
Look at the snow
Written for the Winter-Related Acrostic Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Janice Canerdy
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2016
Snow came throughout the night,
Not that we were aware.
Outside though it gently fell,
We awoke, and could but stare.
From our frosted window panes
All looked so serene.
Lamplight lit a wonderland,
Lustrous winter, gleamed.
Acrostic Poem about Fall or Winter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2017
White is the landscape as far as I can see.
Ice is the brook that is in close proximity.
Nights are much longer than the days.
Toward the south is the bird that no longer stays.
Everyone is aware of the time of the season.
Roosting is indoors, and the cold is the reason.
Winter is here, whether you like it or not.
On it being cold until March, bet everything you’ve got.
Not much going on outside until the warmth arrives.
Dwelling near the heater is how we will live our lives.
Even the animals know better than to go out in the cold.
Running outside? You have to be very bold.
Lazy me. I will spend much of my time in bed.
All the cabin fever can easily mess up my head.
Nothing to do? Honey, I say we have it made.
Dear, get closer to me. I’m in the mood to get laid.
For Francine's Holiday Acrostic Challenge
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
Wreaths of flurries glitter in bridal white
Igniting lovers with diamond sprays…
Newly chilled faces tickle with delight
To preview a dance of snowy ballet
Enlivening the stage of cuddled night...
Radiantly laced by moon-kissed displays!
Charlotte Pudifoot's Seasonal Acrostics
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
Melting snows begin to fade
As a newborn season arrives,
Refreshing our lives grown dull.
Cradled in green budding leaves,
Hushed by the winds of spring.
Written on August 10th, 2015
My birthday is March 4th, 1983
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015
Judging our tensile strength
As she furiously reams
Nibbling away at our armor
Undeterred by wishes or dreams
Alternately pushing and pulling
Rending our world with her blast
Yanking us apart at the seams
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
I never saw him in November
Now he’s here with a vengeance in December
Scattering his white cloak all around
On trees, bushes and all along the ground
Only spider’s webs could look so good
Like a string vest stretched across the wood
Dreaded wind so cold upon my face
Just see my breath escape to the cold space
Across the branches his icy fingers spread
Catching every twig in white laden like lead
Kicking winter harshly into view
For each and every one including you
Reaching temperatures that are so low
Obviously to keep warm walk fast no slow
So he is here and slips and falls
Trouble people big and small
I'll be thankful when he’s gone
I know I won’t be the only one
So old jack frost will leave us soon
Spring will come and be a boon
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012
West wind whispers round the eves
Inside the fire flames with a flamboyant response
Nowhere to go, nothing that has to be done
Time to reflect on life and to rebuild strength
Enjoying nature as she wears a white gown
Relaxed and patiently waiting for the first green bud
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
Spring Summer Autumn Winter Acrostic Poetry.
Seeking political office is getting hard,
Party politics needs more vigor in this regard:
Republicans must try more to deliver their views
In order to organize the people, without any excuse;
Nowadays, Democrats are getting stronger, after
Gaining control of the White House and the Senate altogether.
Some people think, and it's a true fact, that
Unless Republicans try to review their policy tact,
Many of their seats will be lost in congress,
Mainly some seats in the Senate, also some of the seats they control
Especially in the House: they will have to review and
Revise their conservative norms, regarding Immigration Reforms.
America needs a strong leader
Under the present day economic conditions
To lower the country's debt of over 14 trillions dollars:
Until and unless we try to cut down spending and
Most of us try to reduce excessive wastes,
No amount of effort will save the country from disaster.
We the people think that
In this country it was
Never the right thing,
To increase excessive spending,
Even if we could afford to spend it.
Responsibility lies in all of us to reduce the nation's debt.
Copyright © Mya Thein | Year Posted 2013
January is heralded with many a cheer
Announcing the beginning of the New Year
Numbing the memories of the old, as it disappears
Uncaring the bitter cold envelopes like a prickly drape
Absolute in its intent to send the frosty chills down your nape
Relentlessly revealing winter’s wondrous delights, as we
Yearn for yesterday’s warm summery nights
Copyright © Carmen Penchi aka Sunshine | Year Posted 2014
Window panes cheerily frosted
Insiders huddle to stay warm
Nights start early and end late
Tea blends are honeyed to taste
Early diggers shovel after each storm
Rambunctious boys want to skate
Copyright © Mark J. Halliday | Year Posted 2014
Joyful this heart a-fluttering,
As the golden drift of soft light
Cascades on hands, laden with ice
Kneading whitened snow into balls,
Frozen like a moonlight’s pearled orb
Releasing its crystal glaze of nights
Only a winter thrill can dare...
So, let Jack Frost swing brightened tunes
To dance on lanes, a- wandering!
Acrostic: Jack Frost Contest
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2015
Just looking out the window at the snow and ice
Against the house the drifts are mounting
Catching a fleeting ray of sunshine I see
Kisses of winter on the window pane
From my spot by a warm and cozy hearth
Return fond memories of skating on the frozen lake
Our winter visit with Old Jack Frost continues
So I take time to remember summer, but
Today a perfect day to read to write, to dream….
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2015
Whispering color--whites, grays, icy blues, and browns,
Ice-intoxicated, Winter gyrates upon a crystal floor,
Naked, boldly iridescent in a freezing wrap of snow;
Temperance abandoned, the calming virtue her character avoids,
Eventually her dazzle will be forced latitudes away
Retreating the waxing sun's revitalizing rays.
Copyright, September 29, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
Whispering snow falls gently from bare tangled branches, and
Icicles dangle like shining chandeliers from roofs
Nothing exists beyond this frozen landscape . . .
Tentative, halting my footsteps in the frigid white, where
Everything in this petrified realm sparkles, and
Reality fades while I lose myself in this winter walk
October 3, 2014
For the contest, Seasonal Acrostic, Sponsor Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2014
Wild and wet,
Icy winds blow,
Now thunder rolls,
The lightning flashes,
Electric arcs from sky to ground,
Rain pouring down all around
In sheets it comes
Soaking everything it touches.
Home, this is the place to be,
Enjoying it's comfort and safety,
Round the glowing fire we sit together
Enfolded in it's warmth, forgetting the weather.
© Dave Timperley February 2015
Copyright © Dave Timperley | Year Posted 2015
January crushed the life of all
Angrily encased winter in the silence of ice,
Caustic cold burning the surface of the lake,
Knifing winds severing the threads of sunshine.
Frozen - in the moments of their hesitation
Ragtag groups of flaked snow mold themselves
Onto the shivering frames of twisted trees,
Silvery statues glistening in the blue moonlight
Traced by the fingers of the artistic Jack Frost.
submitted to – Acrostic : Jack Frost – Poetry contest
sponsor – Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
Amidst the cold climate we enjoyed sled riding.
We also had so much fun building an igloo.
I felt alive in those days, hardly any woes.
Now you may say that this is no sport at all.
Take heed that even the Olympics have these.
Every winter so many do this thing that I bid,
Racing, swaying, these and more we did savor.
Sled riding is easier, though many enjoy to ski.
Pleasant fresh aromas of winter always spread.
Outward and inward like a bitter cold safari.
Riding upon a sled by setting or lying down,
Takes control of our lives in childlike blessing.
My first double acrostic,,,inspired by a contest,,,first letter of each sentence spells out title and the last letter in each sentence spells out the subject..
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2011
Jack Frost is a hoary mischievous fellow
A man with a penchant for autumn coloring,
Carrying buckets of paint: red, brown and yellow,
Killing crops and late-blooming flowers with a zing!
Frozen toes and noses are Jack’s big delight.
Racing through towns and fields, he leaves us winter frost.
Once you have met him, you will not forget his bite!
Snow, sleet and ice he brings before the night is lost.
Then you awake to see his art in morn’s first light.
For the "Acrostic: Jack Frost" contest of Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
Jailed at home by a white, frozen world
Adorned by one unmindful Jack Frost.
Ceramic ice was recklessly hurled,
Kicking bitter, beast-winter across
Fields, woods, yards and modern built cities.
Rejoicing nature rules us as boss,
Offering risky snow trussed pretty.
Some people claim this day is a loss,
Taken by a prankster, Mister Frost.
December 4, 2015
Contest: Acrostic / Jack Frost
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015
Winter, devastation after the fall,
Imposition of Arctic Law
Naked landscapes, souls bared,
Trembling in terrored torture
Enshackled in ice crystal chains.
Remorseless warmth awaiting rescue.
For Charlotte Puddifoot
Seasonal Acrostic Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014